Moonspear What Have I Done?

Judas remembered clearly. The reluctance in telling it. The guilt. The entire event of him biting down on her leg in an attempt to take Mitanni's life. And at this moment, he could hear it, trying to make a repeat of that same event. And the old instinct he had wanted to. It wanted to break out so badly, to take another life. But Pyx was a friend. She was kind to him. Sometimes he believed too kind. But kind nonetheless. 

He wanted to protest, wanted to say he had no need of herbs. But the voice continued to bat around in his head, throwing insults to throw him over the edge. And he didn't want a slip of the tongue and say something wrong. So he remained silent, waiting for her to leave. So that he could converse with the voice, and attempt to silence it. The thought of silencing it for good came around, as well, and on this thought he lingered. But to do so, it meant silencing himself. And besides, there was something she wanted to tell him. Judas recalled their trip in hunting for herbs. Every word.